Silenced Words

I have just found, inside my agenda, a rough paper. A letter of some kind. A few words. Words to you, as always. Words left unspoken, unsaid, undelivered, as many I wrote, before and after the ones I’ve just found.

When have I written them? I have absolutely no idea. But for the words I have completely forgot about and now read, it seems to be a note I wanted to post to you, once you were not answering to my e-mails.

Well, I haven’t heard from you I don’t even remember for how long. It’s incredible how these words still make sense after so long. After have written then for so long, and after so long since I last heard from you.

The date I didn’t write. It really doesn’t matter. Time is just something to guide us in life, to have a perception of things passing us by. For me, as for anyone, I believe, time is relative.

So, without a clue of the date when these words were written, this is what was written:

‘Hi, are you not talking to me? I hope you are not upset… Or maybe you are! Is it because of that e-mail I have sent you, where I said I miss you? I am sorry if I did upset you… I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to feel. I am not smart, really, I am honestly stupid. But I just didn’t want you to stop talking to me!
I hope you have said something to me by the time you got this letter. If not, please do!


The way I said goodbye doesn’t matter.